The Lock

Chapter One-5

I tried to lean back as far as possible and find the keys or string behind me, but with the little reach available to me, I found nothing. Panic quickly consumed me. What if the key had dropped and bounced far beyond my reach?

“No – o – o – o…!” I screamed as I lunged back and forth as hard as I could.

No one could hear the nearly silent sounds because of the oversized ball gag and the tight restrictive hood. I actually think I started to cry as I realized that I’d still be here, totally wracked in pain when everyone returned on Sunday night. By the time they got back the constant replay of the film and the continual noise in my ears will have driven me totally insane.

I jerked against my leather shackles as hard as I could once more but in the end I was still right where I started. The beating of his ass continued as I resolved that my life from this point on would never be the same. All my friends would know my secrets.

I closed my eyes and tried to meditate the pain away, but with the crashing of the whip echoing through my brain at full volume, it was impossible.

“You begged me for a hundred lashes…,” I heard her yell.

God, I knew the script by heart.

After he endured his session for the fifth time, I watched him jerk off again. I suddenly realized that I was rock hard once more. My balls were doing their thing.

“Why?” I screamed, just as I felt something smack my left forearm.

Thank God, the key fell. I faintly heard it hit the floor, and a sigh of relief consumed me. The string piled up on my fingers. I was saved. Once I got the key in my hand, I just held it tight. Right now, it was the most valuable thing I knew.

Within a few minutes, the locks were opened. My body was stiff and sore as I tried to stand. I struggled up with a bit of difficulty, knowing I was free. I turned around and glanced at the clock. 11:46 well over five hours of pain and fun….

It wasn’t long before everything was cleaned up and put away, and I was standing in the shower putting some much-needed life back into my body. It was over, and I had survived. As the tiny streams of hot water cascaded down over my shoulders, I chucked to myself that I’d do it all again some other day. My hand caressed my hungry c**k and balls. I was so horny, but I wasn’t going to spank my monkey before going out. No, I wanted to show up at the party with a half-swollen boner in my jeans that was eagerly sniffing out every cute little honey pot in the place. I wanted to be raging with unsatisfied lust. There was still time tonight for some dessert after such a wonderful meal that I savored all evening long. Maybe a few beers and a couple shots, topped off by a little p***y. After all, there’s still a party happening just down the street and my c**k was itching to go.